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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YO RKER: AN AGRICULTURAL AND FAMILY NEWSPAPER. 
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TO MY ABSENT HUSBAND. 
Thou’st gone from home and me, Donald, 
Thy face I see not now, 
My heart is sad and lone to-day, 
And gloom rests on my brow: 
The sleigh-bells merrily greet mine ear, 
And joyous forms I see, 
But all to me is drear, Donald, 
Without a smile from thee. 
I miss thy gentle voice, Donald, 
At morn, at eve, at noon, 
Thy kiss, of all the gifts 1 crave, 
Would be the dearest boon; 
And, oh, to hear thy footsteps near, 
What joy would fill my heart, 
I'd tell thee o’er and o’er, Donald, 
From me no more depart. 
The hours glide slowly by, Donald, 
That keep thee from my side, 
And oft a tear, and oft a sigh. 
Escapes thy anxious bride: 
I count the moments as they pass 
And deem them all too long, 
With feelings naught can cheer, Donald, 
I breathe my thoughts in song. 
God keep thee from all barm, Donald, 
And bring thee home again, 
I trust thee to his guardian care, 
I feel ’tis not in vain; 
But, oh, I know not how I’d live, 
Without thee as my stay, 
This world seems little worth, Donald, 
When thou art far away. A - 
[Rochester Democrat. 
THE SKIPPER’S JACK-AT-A-P1NCH. 
“ This is a fact, and no poetic fable.”— Byron. 
About two o’clock of the afternoon of tho 
-day of May, 1807, four persons were as¬ 
sembled in the parlor of a house on the 
stage road, ton or fifteen miles below Tar- 
rytown. A gentleman of middle age, the 
master of the house, with his wile, and 
a beautiful daughter, were in colloquy with 
an individual of a dignified air, and singu¬ 
larly handsome countenance, about thirty 
years of ago, who, with his valise in his hand, 
and his cloak on his arm, appeared accou¬ 
tred for traveling. 
“I am truly sorry, Judge,” said tho host, 
“ that we cannot detain you any longer.” 
“ We certainly expected you to remain 
another night with us,” said the wife. 
“At least,” said the daughter, with an en¬ 
gaging smile, “you will wait until tho stago 
passes to-morrow noon?” 
“It is difficult, my kind friends,” ropliod 
the stranger, “ to resist invitations so pres- 
singly offered; and,” said he, turning to tho 
daughter, “ if anything could induce me to 
forego my resolution, my dear young lady, 
it would be your solicitation; but 1 have 
been long absent from homo. 
The circuit has been prolonged far be- 
voud my expectations; and indispensable 
engagements hurry mo away. If I recollect 
right,” continued ho, turning to tho host, 
“ there is a fishing hut on tho river side, 
somewhere opposite us; and there was once 
a path which led down the mountain to the 
spot; be good enough to put mo in the way 
to find it, and I will make for the station. ’ 
“ It is passable only on foot, or on horse¬ 
back,” said tho host, “ or I would take you 
down in the carriage; but there is an open¬ 
ing in tho wood, just yonder, which leads to 
the path, and, that once gained, you cannot 
go astray.” 
After many friendly greetings on all sides, 
the stranger made his bow and departed.— 
The path was found; and, trudging onward, 
he soon emerged from tho ravine above tho 
beach, where a group of fishermen were 
waiting the proper time of tide, to resume 
their labors. A couple of skiffs were drawn 
up on the shore, near which tho congrega¬ 
tion was assembled. 
“Whoso skiffs are those?” asked the new 
comor. “ I want to be put on board one of 
those vessels in sight.” 
There was a light wind blowing from the 
north-west; and tho white sails of the river 
craft wore seen far above and below—some 
nearly opposite, and some far distant. 
“ This one,” responded a fisherman, “ is 
mine; but we can’t spare time to put you on 
board, for it will soon bo time for a haul.— 
The other belongs to tho person now com¬ 
ing up.” 
The stranger inquired, as tho other came 
noar enough, whether ho would accommo¬ 
date him with a passage on board. 
“ I can let you have tho skill',” he answer¬ 
ed; “ but I am obliged to go up the road.— 
Here, however, are a couple of idlers, who 
will undoubtedly row you off, and bring back 
tho boat.” 
The suggestion was adopted ; the wherry 
was chartered, and the oarsmen engaged 
for the voyago. 
While the men were getting tho boat in 
proper order, a woman made her appear¬ 
ance, dressed in a linsey-woolsey gown—not 
of the finest texture, or of the newest fash¬ 
ion, and none of the cleanest, withal. Tho 
face of this person was cast in tho true 
Xantippian mould, with eyes so horribly 
askew, that an operator for strabismus would 
have covotod her as a subject for his skill ; 
and, to crown the picture, the visage of the 
lady was of such a “ vinegar aspect,” as to 
warrant the belief that she had fed on crab- 
apples for a fortnight. Approaching the 
men, who were nearly ready to shove off, 
she accosted one of them thus : 
« You’re going ofP to them sloops, aren’t 
you, Jake? I don’t care if I go along.” 
“I do, Mrs. Nox!” said the oarsman.— 
“ There will bo two words to that bargain. 
That man,” pointing to the stranger, who 
was coming down, “has hired tho skiff; and, 
if he don’t like your ugly mug better than 
I do, you won’t get a passage this time. 
Tho woman scowled in a fearful manner, 
but made no reply, 
“ You’re going,” said she, addressing tho 
stranger, “ aboard of them vessels. 1 want 
to go to York; and I can go aboard with you, 
just as well as not?” 
“Exactly so, madam,” said tho stranger; 
“step in.” 
The skiff had but three seats—two for the 
oarsmen, and tho stern-sheets, built suffi- 
eientlp broad to tako two persons abreast. 
The stranger, with his valise on his knee, 
took one side, and the woman, with a very 
unsightly bundle in her lap, the other; and 
off shot the wherry into the stream, towards 
the nearest vessel. The stranger waved a 
pocket-handkerchief as a signal; and tho 
skipper, putting his helm down, and haul¬ 
ing aft his main-sheet, bore up for the skiff. 
But as soon as they got near enough for a 
fair scrutiny, he exclaimed : 
“Up helm, Joe! Square away! Them’s 
no customers for me!” 
“By Jolly, I thought so!” said the oars¬ 
man who had rebuffed Mrs. Xox—Mrs.Ere¬ 
bus, she might have been better named—as 
she cast a midnight-glance at the offender. 
A second vessel was tried with no better ef¬ 
fect—a third with like success; at length a 
Tarrytowner answered the signal, and took 
them on board. 
By this time it was near sun down ; and, 
as they got upon tho deck, the skipper ad¬ 
dressed tho stranger thus : 
“ 1 don’t know how I’m to accommodate j 
you and your woman with berths and bod- 1 
ding; and I’m afraid you won’t fare very 
well for supper, for my cook got on a spree 
ashore, and we were obliged to leave him. 
However, tho mate and I, who are all hands 
now, will cook up something or other.” 
The si ranger had walked aft, and the wo¬ 
man was sitting near the hatchway, when 
the captain addressed her in an undertone, ; 
which yet was heard on quarter dock : 
“ That ’ere’s your man, I take it?” said he. ! 
pointing over his shoulder. i 
“He aint no such thing!” said tho woman, 
bridling up : “ my man is a rather guess sort 
of fellow from him. I only got that ’ore i 
chap to put me on board.” 
The captain now accosted his other pas- , 
senger: j 
“ This ain’t your woman, I find?” 
“O, no?” was tho reply; “only a chance , 
passenger. ” 
“ I thought you ivas queerly yoked, when 
I first saw you,” said the captain. “I’m 
thinking I shall give you the old sail, which ! 
is the only thing to sieep on on board, and ; 
let her have the soft side of tho plank I was . 
going to give you.” 
“ By no means! Give tho poor woman j 
tho best accommodations you can. As for 
mo, I shall do well enough.” 
The wind was falling, the tide turned, and 
the sloop was brought to an anchor—tho jib 
hauled down, and the main-sail left stand¬ 
ing, skipper fashion—when tho captain and 
his adjunct began preparations for refection. 
“ I say, ma’am,” said the captain, “ I’ve a 
notion that you could lend us a lift with this 
’ere supper?” 
“ Shan’t do no such thing,” was the reply. 
“ I expect to pay for my passago; and if you’ve 
got anv supper to get, you may get it your¬ 
self.” 
flood, and thero is a smart breeze getting 
up. I want to get under weigh; and Hig¬ 
gins, here, is too sick to help. Now, do just 
get up, and haul in the slack, while I rouse 
up the anchor—do, that’s a good follow !” 
Tho passenger was not obdurate; and, 
after proper application, and the usual “ Yo! 
heave ho !” at the windlass, tho ring of the 
anchor was hove chock to the hauso-holes, 
the jib was hoisted, and tho sloop was tear¬ 
ing down before it. 
The passenger again resumed his berth, 
where ho remained until day had broken, 
when the captain once more made his ap¬ 
pearance. 
“ 1 say, Mister,” said he, “ tho wind has 
chopped about; I want a hand to tend jib 
sheets—Higgins can’t do it; so, just you bear 
a hand and help me, and a few stretches will 
bring us up with the dock.” 
Up got the passenger, and took tho sta¬ 
tion assigned him, perfoming his duty with 
great alacrity; receiving the ordors, “ haul 
aft!”—“ bo spry ! ” — “ pull away !”—“ an¬ 
other pull and belay !”—at every tack ; and, 
by dint of hard labor, on his part, and good 
steerage on tho part of the captain, they got 
into tho slip, and lot run the halyards. 
“Now heave ’em a rope!” shouted the 
captain. “Bear a hand!—boar a hand !— 
now haul in—haul in !” 
These ordors were promptly obeyed; and 
tho sloop was safe at the dock. While tho 
captain was stowing the sails, the stranger 
went below and soon returned in his cloak 
—valise in hand. 
“ Well captain,” ho asked, “ what’s to pay?” 
“Pay !” said the skipper; “if there’s any¬ 
thing to pay, I'm the chap that’s got to do 
it—so, Mister, just tell us what’s the dam¬ 
age, and I'll shell out directly—and thank 
you into tho bargain. I never want a better 
Jack-at-a-pinch, than you are. Just say 
how much, and hero it is.” 
“ Poh ! poh !” said tho passonger. “ you 
are welcome to all I have done; but I must 
pay for my passage. Is this enough?” hand¬ 
ing him a bank-note. 
“Why, this here,” said tho captain, look¬ 
ing at tiie note, “ is five times as much as I 
should have charged you, if nothing had 
happened ; but if you say tako it, I will, and 
thank you kindly. And now, Mister, I 
should like to know where you live, and what 
your trade is, if it ain’t asking too much?” 
“ I have been a lawyer, and live herea¬ 
bouts,” said the stranger. 
“ Well, one thing more, and I hope you 
won’t think mo too sassy ; do tell me your 
name?” 
“ Tompkins,” was tho reply. 
“ Where from?” 
“ Westchester.” 
“No relation to ’Squire Caleb Tompkins, 
up here?” 
“ Yes,” was the answer. 
“ Not very near, I take it,” said tho cap¬ 
tain. 
“ Only big Jbrothor,” was tho response. 
“ His brother !—Caleb Thompkins’ broth¬ 
er!” said the captain, aghast. “Why, you 
can’t be Daniel 1). ?” 
“ Tho very same,” said tho stranger, smil¬ 
ing. 
“ Pheuw ?” hero tho captain gave an in- 
torjectional whistle. “ Here’s a pretty bus¬ 
iness ? By the pipers ! you’re the new Gov- 
UlllOT. 
WORKING ON THE SABBATH. 
The captain did not outdo the Niblos and l ©rnorr „ 
elmonicos of the time; and his beef-steaks. ” ^o they tell me, said the Governor. 
“Why, what an infernal impudent fellow 
Delmonicos 
fried in—the Lord knows what—fell far 
short of tlioso of old Baker, of tho City 
Tavern in Wall-street, in tenderness. Nor 
nor was the hyson of tho first quality, or tho 
sugar of the whitest; and although the lady 
grumbled, tho stranger took everything 
kindly. + 
When it was time to retire, tho lady took 
possession of tho bost berth, and tho old 
sail; while tho stranger, wrapped in his 
cloak, turned in, in the gite pis-aller that 
remained. 
It was past midnight, when, from a hor¬ 
rid dream that he was undergoing the peine 
forte et dure, (so indurate was even the soft 
side of the plank the capfa’n spoke of,) that 
functionary shook him rudely enough by 
the shoulder, and awoke him from his slum¬ 
ber. 
“ I say, Mister, aint you a doctor?” 
A negative was returned. 
“ I’m sorry for it,” continued he. “ Here’s 
my mate has got the awfulest stomach ache 
over man had. I was in hopes you had 
something in them saddle-bags which might 
do him good. Do see if you can’t help him.” 
The passenger arose; and, assuring the 
captain that thero was nothing medicinal in 
his portmanteau, went over to tho mate, 
who was writhing in great agony, and groan¬ 
ing heavily. 
•• Have you gin and peppermint on board?” 
he asked. 
“Yes,” responded tho captain. “I’ve 
tried that, and it don’t help him.” 
“ Have you any pearl-ashes, thou?” he in¬ 
quired. 
“ O, yes !” answered the captain; “I al¬ 
ways keep that. With hard-cider, in a mor¬ 
ning, it is a capital drink.” 
“ Well then,” said the stranger, “ bring it; 
and get some hot water, as quick as you can.” 
“ The kettle must have boiled by this 
time,” said thecaptin; “ for I put it on awhile 
ago;” and, going forward to the coboose, he 
returned with the necessary ingredients for 
a drench 
alkali into a pint mug, and pouring the 
water upon it—leaving sufficient “ sky light” 
for tho infusion of duo measure of right 
scheidam, sweetening tho dose, and qualify 
you will think me ! Here I'te been getting 
you to physic my mate, and set you to work¬ 
ing my old sloop; and I’ve been ordering 
you about, just as if I’d hired you at oight 
dollars a month ! You’ll forgive me I know, 
for this; and all I can do, is to ask your 
pardon!” 
“ Nonsense!” said tho Governor; “come, 
shake hands, for I must be off,” and he hold 
out his hand. 
The captain somewhat hesitatingly, seized 
tho proffered hand in both his, and squeezed 
it quite hard onougli for the comfort of tho 
owner. 
“ Well,” said he, “ I’ve got one consolation, 
anyhow. I’ve always voted for you, when¬ 
ever you have been up; and, last April, I, 
and five brothers, gavo you a plumper for 
Governor; and if any of my kith or kin over 
vote for anybody else, as long as you are 
going to stand, call mo a flunkey ! that’s all.” 
There is no doubt that tho skipper kept 
his word, and voted ever after for “ Tho 
Farmer’s Boy ;” and there are few who ever 
held such close communion with Daniel D. 
Tompkins, that ever bolted at an election 
when hp was a candidate .—Home Journal 
A YOUNG COMPOSITOR. 
There are a great many inhabitants of 
this mundane sphere who profess to keep the 
Sabbath, according to the fourth command¬ 
ment, but, somehow or other, always find a 
multitude of “ works of necessity to be at¬ 
tended to.” We have seen a capital anec¬ 
dote about a family of such people, who were 
pretty severely rebuked by a colored man in 
their employ. The family were farmers.— 
One Sabbath morning tho colored man was 
not up, as usual, at breakfast. The son was 
sent to call him, but Caesar said they might 
not wait for him, as ho did not wish lor any 
breakfast. 
“Why Ctcsar,” said the young man “ we 
shall want you as soon as the dew is off, to 
help about the hay.” 
. “ No ” said he “ I cannot work any more 
on the Sabbath ; it is not right.” 
“ It is not right!” said the other. “ Is it 
not right to take care of what Providence 
has given us ?” 
“ Oh, there is no necessity of it,” said he; 
“ and ’tis wrong to do it.” 
“ But would you not pull your cow or 
sheep out of a pit on the Sabbath, CfEsar T 
“ No, not if I had been trying all tho week 
to shove them in; I would lot them lio there.” 
TO AGENTS AND OTHERS. 
A Dutchman related a misfortuno which 
bofel his son in tho following manner :— 
“Poor Hans! he bit himsef mit a rattle¬ 
snake, and vash sick into his pod for six 
weeks in to month of August—and all his 
cry was Yater ! Vater ! and he could’nt eat 
nothin’ till he complained of being a leetle 
petter so ash he could stand up on his elbow 
and eat a leetle tea.” 
A young man of our acquaintance caught, 
on Monday last, eighty mackerel in an«hour. 
Ho resided over a fish store, and threw his 
hook out of a two story window. Whother 
this had anything to do with his good for¬ 
tune tho next grand jury will probably de¬ 
termine. 
An advertisement in an Irish newspaper 
roads as follows:—“ Lost on Saturday last, 
but tho looser does not know where, an 
empty sack with a cheese in it. On tho 
sack tho letters P G are marked, but so 
worn out as not to be legible.” 
A Bicot is a “narrow minded individual” 
—but a dealer in cross-bows is an-arrower. 
Hem ! 
A pretty girl with winning eyes is an 
“arch” creature, but Cupid with his be¬ 
witching quiver is an “ archer.” 
An old sea Captain used to say he didn’t 
care how he dressed when abroad, “ because 
nobody knew him.” And ho didn’t care 
how he dressed when at homo, because eve¬ 
ry body knew him. 
A merchant not over conversant with ge¬ 
ography, on hearing that one of his vessels 
was in jeopardy, exclaimed, “Jeopardy, jeop¬ 
ardy, where’s that?” 
On ono of tho ferry boats yosterday two 
gentlemen wore talking about tho trial trip 
of the Ericsson, when a little follow who 
had been listening attentively, remarked 
that she had boen on two trial trips, and ho 
supposed she had now gono on a voyage.— 
Thero was something so engaging in tho 
manners of the child that one of tho gentle¬ 
men drew him out on tho subject of the ca¬ 
loric engine, and found him not only to be 
familiar with its general construction, but 
capable of conveying to another a clear 
idoa of its plan. His remarkable intelli- 
' gence and diminutive statue led the gentle- 
“ Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; 
Nothing’s so hard, but search will find it out.’ 
For the Rural New-Yorker. 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 14 letters. 
My 1, 8, 3, 11 is a river in Sweden. 
My 2, 13, 4, 5, 9 is a town in Michigan. 
My 3, 7, 4, 4 is an island on the west coast of 
Scotland. 
My 4, 5, 5 is a river in Ireland. 
My 5, 8, 9 is a river in Germany. 
My 6, 13, 5, 6, 5 is a river in Brazil. 
My 7, 1, 9, 5 is a river in England. 
My 8, 11, 3, 7, 14 is a county in Georgia. 
My 9, 5, 13, 2, 5 is a river in France. 
My 10, 11, 5, 2 is a town in France. 
My 11, 4, 12, 13, 7, 14 is a town in Michigan 
My 12, 4, 11, 14, 3, 7 is a bay on the east coast 
of South America. 
My 13, 4, 4, 13, 14, 7, 13, 9 is a bay in the 
United States. 
My 14, 13,4. 5 is a river in Africa. 
My whole is a very popular work of the age. 
Niles, Michigan, Feb. 14, 1853. 
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CHARADE. 
man to question him closely, and, it appear- 
Putting tho proper quantity of) ^at ho w as exactly eight ;years old, and 
_ --Li . Li 1 supports himself by setting typo. His task 
was 1600 ems a day, and ho said that when 
lio chose he could complete it by 3 o’clock 
in the afternoon. Ho showed himself to be 
ing it with peppermint—the stranger ad- 1 perfectly familiar with the technicalities of 
ministered the nortion to his natient, which “is trade ; and tako him altogether he is ono 
ministered the portion to his patient, which, 
in a short time, essentially relieved him ; and 
dose number tu-o, half an hour afterwards,, 
having been imbibed, tho sufferer, who was 
entirely prostrate by the pain, fell into a 
quiet slumber. 
Tho stranger now again turned in; but 
had scarcely gotten into a dream, as uneasy 
as tho first, before tho captain was again at 
his side. 
“ Mistor,” said he, “ tho tide is now higli- 
of tho most extraordinary liliiputian typos 
we have ever seen.— JY. Y. Cour. Ettq. 
If you mean to make your side of tho 
ai’gument appear plausible, do not prejudico 
people against what you think truth by your 
passionate manner of defending it. 
Clever Fellows. —People who spond 
two dollars every time they earn one. 
My first is a wily beast of pray, 
My second is worn by all; 
My whole is the name of a pretty flower 
That grows by the garden wall. 
PooMlle, N. Y. 
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Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma — Knowledge 
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Moore’s Rural New-Yorker is one of the very best 
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MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER: 
A WBKKLY HOME JOURNAL, 
For both Country and Town Residents. 
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THE WOOL GROWER AND STOCK REGISTER. 
This is the only American Journal primarily devoted to 
the interest of Wool and Stock Growers, and should he in 
the hands of every owner of Domestic Animals It is ably 
conducted, published in the best style, and finely illustra¬ 
ted. Each number contains a careful Review of the Wool 
and Cattle Markets, and much other useful and reliable 
information which can ho obtained from no other source. 
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